The Elements of You and Me

September 19, 2010
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In a flurry of days you would whoosh by white-sanded beaches and never-ending tropical forests to the other side of the world where you would stand waiting outside of my dingy red door. You would stand there thinking of the electric thunderstorms we would chase and the simple tousling of my auburn hair. But, I’m not home. Seemingly universes away, I have glided with the fluid wind over harsh deserts and murky ponds, only to find myself staring at a door leading to you but also leading to nowhere, thinking of how things were before.

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